A needed change of pace.

Kyoko's breathing was getting weaker, she could resist Alicia's legs but couldn't expand and regain any ground she lost and the effor was a it taxing on her. She likely would have found a way to escape by this point in a March and probably still could if she tried but for now all she could do was hold out for as long as possible.

Alicia waited patiently for her next opening and Kyoko worked to make sure it never came, her breath was short and weak but her abs still had some strength in them as she she pushed to gain air. Eventually her breathing became to shallow and she inhaled significantly, risking it to get more air and tighten her belly as sheet she could.

Alicia could feel Kyoko trying to suck in that deep breath, felt her abs try to expand against the constant pressure of her legs, and the redhead pushed right back. She tightened her scissors aggressively, trying both to stop the other wrestler getting to renew her supply of air and also – if she could – to punish her further. She couldn’t maintain the hold forever and she needed to stop Kyoko from putting the clock back to zero on her progress.

But, as long as she could keep the pressure on, she was confident that she was going to win this battle.

The effort was still telling on her now. Alicia’s eyes were squinting at nothing, her lips pressed into a thin line even if her breathing was still deep and level compared to Kyoko’s. This was getting close to make or break time.

Kyoko tried to fight the hold as best she could but Alicia got more aggressive and fought against any resistance she was putting up, and slowly she could feel her abs begin to relent to the hold. It was becoming harder and harder to breath and Kyoko questioned how long she could.

Her hand and came up as she prepared to tap when it became too much, she wasn't going to make it much longer but she wanted to hold out for as long as possible to snow of fun her toughness.

And there it was. Even more so than before, she could feel those hard abs starting to quake and falter under her scissors. The kickboxer hissed in satisfaction – this was the part she enjoyed, the moment when her opponent realised exactly how screwed they were. Much as she liked Kyoko, there wasn’t any turning back now.

Kyoko’s hand rose but it didn’t fall.

Time to change that.

Alicia threw everything she had into one monstrous squeeze, contracting her legs as hard as she could, arching up into the hold until her ass left the mat and throwing her head back with a guttural growl of effort. She might as well have been trying to slice Kyoko in half now, the muscles of her thighs shredding into definition and quivering with the effort she was exerting in this hold as she crushed down on the Belly Queen.

”Give.” It was a demand, hissed between clenched teeth – Alicia wasn’t even looking at Kyoko but at the ceiling and the lights, utterly ignoring everything but the wrestler trapped between her legs. She could feel the other woman’s belly inevitably giving way, she knew she had this now – Kyoko’s breathing was shallow as hell, she couldn’t have much left. The Japanese woman had nothing to be ashamed of, she’d lasted a hell of a lot longer than most of the people Alicia had done this to.

The redhead had honestly lost track of how long they’d been there.

But she was going to be tapping now. No ifs or buts, now.

In a submission hold, raising your hand might as well have been the same as bleeding, it showed a weakness and gave your opponent an opening to press their attack. Alicia was clearly aware of this as she strengthened her efforts in the scissor hold, wrenching as hard as she could and crushing through Kyoko's abs. Kyoko let out a weak moan the
At slowly lost any air it held as her body became weak, and she was pre tidally crushed under Alicia's thighs, her back and belly compressed to the limit.

She held out a bit longer in spite of this, wanting to show that she wasn't going down so easily but eventually the need for air surpassed any resistance she had in her and she began tapping on her leg, hoping for a swift release.

The moan just encouraged Alicia to throw in every last bit of strength she could manage to get that submission, her legs becoming like steel beams as they broke Kyoko’s abs at last and let her at the soft belly underneath.

Whatever the state of her legs, Alicia’s arms were starting to feel the strain of supporting her weight like this. But it didn’t matter as she felt Kyoko’s hand slapping at the uppermost of her thick thighs, her palm tapping repeatedly on the rock-solid muscle in a demand for release. As soon as she realised, Alicia relented and the pressure on the other wrestler died down as the kickboxer allowed herself to settle back down to the mat. For a moment, she just lay there, grinning at the ceiling, before she unlocked her ankles and raised her leg to let Kyoko out if she wanted.

For herself, Alicia was quite happy just lying there and relaxing, enjoying the feeling of the woman’s body snuggled up between her potent legs. Given Kyoko’s ability to resist, that had actually been even more fun than she’d expected. She definitely felt she’d given the Belly Queen something to think about – while it might not have been a fight in the usual sense, it’d still been a battle between their two strongest assets and hers had been that bit better.

Now, if she could do that to someone in a real match, leave them totally wrung out and helpless after a real fight, that’d be even more awesome.

”What’d you think? Pretty strong, huh?”

Kyoko felt Alicia go all out in those final moments as she crushed her belly and seemed intent to break her in half before she tapped. When she finally did Alica stopped crushing her put kept her pinned between her legs for just a bit longer, likely for the victory to soak in before she let her go. Kyoko coughed a bit as she was freed and looked up at Alicia who was definetly feeling smug about her little victory.

Still she couldn't help but acknowledge that she did come out on top in that exchange but Kyoko was far from admitting defeat in any sense of the word. "Yeah very strong, though even I could have told you that before you locked me in them, still you should be proud of them. Don't know if you could get the same results if I was fighting back though." Kyoko added with her lips curing up into smirk, the challenge obvious.

”If you were fresh, probably not,” Alicia admitted with a shrug, sitting up so she could see Kyoko better – casting an assessing glance over the Japanese woman. She’d recognised the challenge for what it was but she wasn’t about to let herself be roped into it. ”Right now? I could, for sure. You’re out of breath, your belly’s already weakened…”

She shrugged again, letting her sentence trail off. Given the damage she’d already done, it would be much easier to break Kyoko’s abs again and that’d let her spare her hands to keep control of one arm. That’d leave Kyoko one arm against both her legs, not to mention the height difference would make it hard for her to get at Alicia’s ankles. And the burn in Alicia’s legs would ease far quicker than Kyoko’s abs. In a real match, it’d be different – there’d be the potential for a rope break if nothing else.

And, after this, she kind of suspected that Kyoko would be going after her legs as hard as Alicia would be going for those abs. So, if – let’s be positive, when – she got Kyoko in a scissor hold, neither of them would be at their best.

”Thanks though. I can see why you’re proud of these.” Casually, she reached over to slap her palm on Kyoko’s abused belly. That endurance was definitely something to be proud of.

"Well obviously you could now, he'll thanks to you you could get some random rookie and she'd could probably do a number on me, may not win but I certainly ain't going to be crushing them." Kyoko admitted, she had no real way to fight out of the hold if someone ever actually got as far as Alicia when crushing them but she was still confident in a match she could find her way out, though Alicia would certainly make it hurt like hell.

Alica casually patted her stomach and Kyoko winced a bit at the touch but it was barely noticeable, her hand shot up to where she was touched and she rubbed it. Thanks, took some embarrassing events of my life to get them there but I'm damn proud of what became of it." Kyoko said as she gave Alcia a friendly pat on the side.

Alicia giggled at Kyoko’s comment about the state she’d left the other wrestler in. She had to admit, it was a definite kick to take a strong, powerful opponent and leave them weak as a kitten. Not exactly sexual, but she did enjoy being able to look down and know that she was the one who’d done that to them. Knockouts were definitely a better way to win, because there were plenty of ways to KO someone, but this was fun when she could pull it off.

Even better after a good fight, of course, but then lots of things were better after a good fight.

The wince escaped her notice but the way Kyoko rubbed at the spot afterwards didn’t. Yeah.

”Yeah, my bodyscissors does that. Lots of practice.” She agreed, still grinning like a Cheshire cat. It seemed a good answer to both the other wrestler’s words and her gesture.

Still, the redhead couldn’t help but find what Kyoko said about how she’d got to where she was… curious. Maybe that was the word? Interesting. Curious. But she wasn’t about to push. Instead, she offered a nod back. It hadn’t ever been her experience, really. If anyone had been embarrassed for her to get where she was, it was only the people she’d beaten.

So, sympathy didn’t seem the thing here, even if Kyoko hadn’t come out of whatever embarrassment she was talking about pretty damn well.

”So, anything else you want to try?” She asked after a moment.